I envy the dead-
the dead don't dream.
I hate my life,give me that knife.
I never will win.
Can't even give in.
I'm so fucking done-
give me that gun.
A prophet, a proving ground
the threat of life without a sound.
That final war, the only meaning we afford.
Distast for morals in the absence of a god,
bet against the odds, improve your flaws.
It's plain faced, mirrored distaste.
Someone bought and sold.
One has broke the mould.
One has always failed,
wind never caught sail.
This one all unshined,
one more wasted life.
Lives, they're like mice drawn to the bait,
cheese under spring.
Waiting and offering meaning
but giving nothing
just space and a peice of the rubble.
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